To redeem a Champion-A DC/Marvel RP

[The Rebel Alliances]

Light-19-Unknown Forest-Day 1
The news was unbelievable. Superman, the Man of Steel, Earth's greatest champion was captured by Luthor. Who is now the President of the United States. And he is pushing for huge laws that will make heroes criminals. I am training now. As there is a storm ahead that will decide the fate of the world. In one months time Superman will be completely corrupted and forever the tool of Luther. A fate worse than death. To not kill Superman, but make him a willing slave. But we do not know where he is.

A flame of magical fire hit me from behind.
"FOCUS! You will never be strong enough in battle to if you keep letting your thoughts drift!" It is my mentor, Witchfire. A former member of Power Company and a homunculus.
"I will do better." I muttered as I picked myself up.
"No, you will do perfectly. Now defend yourself!"

She did not hold back. She hurled magical flames at me as I used my shield of light to absorb the energy. I then dodged her next blast and used a burst of magical power to hit her and knock her off balance, but it was underpowered.

"That all you got Light!"
"Just testing you."

She the set some trees on fire around me and then surrounded me with flames. Believeing I was trapped I used my powers to lift myself off the ground with a great jump and landed behind her while positioned perfectly to give her a magical powered kick. I smiled as I kicked but she side stepped at the last moment and hit me with flames, revealing my trap. What she attacked was an illusion of light. A diversion. I then leaped from a tree branch and hit her from above, knocking her to the ground.

I finally beat Witchfire. Score stands at 1-78. She smiled at me and gave me an approving look before speaking.

"C'mon, we have a forest fire to put out."

Lex Luther-46-Washington DC-Day 1
I sat in the oval office. Staring at several screens that displayed villains and contacts. I sent the word out. I wanted all heroes hunted down regardless if the laws passed or not. It would just have to be under the table. I then sent a message to be intercepted by the criminally gifted.

I have a special...project...that requires exactly a month to complete. I am willing to pay top dollar for anyone who wishes to hunt down heroes in that timeframe. You may pursue any other goals you like along the way. But you must make sure that this facility, here in the arctic of Alaska. Is unharmed. This is where my project is housed. 1 month. Great payments. And no leashes to hold you. It is a good deal.

I then sent the message off and thought to myself. I wondered who would recieve and respond to it? Over countless years and trials I have developed a strain of Kryptonite that weakens Superman, but does not kill him. This way I can keep him alive and weak until my corruption of the MAn of Steel is completed. I can kill him anytime I wish now, but this is sooo much more satisfying. I then smiled and lit a cigar and looked out at the Washington monument.

"I really do have great seats."

OOC: As OP I will play Lex Luther when needed.

[CPSU]

Washington, DC-Day 1
"I'll take care of you, thief, come out and i wont kill you" i say as he ducks behind a crate
he jumps out and shoots
the bullet hits the back of my armor and bounces off ping
"crap now that's going to leave a dent"
I spray him with an uncountable number bullets
"contain your self" i think with disgust at myself thinking of the cost
I swoop in and grab his loot 20 to 30 thousand dollars "damn bank robber" I say to the cop who enters the door about then.
he goes "who are you?"


OCC: i am new at this

[Alekera]

outside Clayton, WA-Day 1

After walking what seem like years upon years, Gulag and Heinrich were in the state of Washington. The many years of surviving the harsh landscapes of the sub-arctic took their toll on Heinrich, which was growing old in age.

"Gulag, Victor, I cannot go on any longer. I am too weak; I fear I will die soon." Heinrich spoke. "Gulag, you need to replace me, you need to get someone else, someone that can help you in your endeavors." Heinrich continued, ".. But before I pass, can you sit beside me, and wait... You were a good friend Gulag, a good friend."

Gulag spoke in the mechanical voice he was given "I will miss you, my friend."

Some hours passed and Heinrich was no more. Gulag buried Heinrich underneath a great tree and placed a small boulder where he lay, as to always know where he his friend was.

Gulag looked up, "Now, time to move on". Gulag got up, and began to walk south....

[Treko]

I have a special...project...that requires exactly a month to complete. I am willing to pay top dollar for anyone who wishes to hunt down heroes in that timeframe. You may pursue any other goals you like along the way. But you must make sure that this facility, here in the arctic of Alaska. Is unharmed. This is where my project is housed. 1 month. Great payments. And no leashes to hold you. It is a good deal.

Manhattan, NY-Day 1

The computer screen glowed within the confines of the dark warehouse room, it flickered multiple times before staying locked on the message, from within the Darkness Rolf leaned forward, his mask glowing glue due to the screen. "Goody, a contract that comes with a good price." He said quietly to himself "That's a first. We usually get somewhat good jobs." Replied the thoughts of Rolf, well the sub-conscious ones to be exact. "Hey, it could be worse. Worse as in the mission in Moscow." Stated Rolf as he gave a snicker before accepting the mission True, it took us awhile to grow back our 'special' limb." Replied the thought as it watched Rolf lean back into the darkness and turn on the lights warehouse. With a low hum the lights began to grow brighter and brighter, it began to reveal the length of the warehouse room; it was the size of high school classroom but the walls were covered in every weapon no to man. "Hmmm....what weapon to choose from?" Asked Rolf as he began to walk back and forth from each wall, pulling certain things off one and taking from another.

"Who should we go after?" Asked Rolf's sub-conscious as he watched Rolf look over a bunch of pictures that showed multiple hero's.

"Depends, depends on how much fun I want to have. Spider-man, Dare Devil maybe even Batman." Said Rolf as he pulled a picture off of the wall and observed it before smiling.

"You're crazy, I hope you know that. He's the size of a two story building and is made of metal." Stated Rolf's sub-conscious as it watched Rolf load up on on his gear. "I know, that's why specifically chose Gulag. He seems like a really fun guy." Replied Rolf as he threw an AK over his right shoulder and held and RPG within his left.

[Pragia]

Stark Testing Facility,
Undisclosed location, Arizona
Thomas Steele was flying over the armor test zone, usually reserved for Stark's Iron Man armor. Tony was in a bunker to the south overlooking the field. Stark said into the microphone "Ok kid, let's start you with a couple drones."
"Easy, bring it on." Thomas said Ito the mic on his armor, seal blocking out the wind as he moved at near 500 miles per hour. He's broken the sound barrier before, but it wasn't easy.
"You know I will" Tony said, radar picking it up as two identical looking Tan Iron Man suits tailed Thomas, firing repulsor rays as they went. Thomas drew the gauss rifle, turning to face his assailants, and began firing, hypersonic shells piercing the drone's armor. One burst into flames, but the other kept firing, its programming trying to lock on.

Thomas willed all flaps to open and thrusters to go in reverse, drawing out his fist. The fist and the drone collided midair, the drone's helmet caved in on itself. Thomas said into his mic "That all you got?" Taunting his mentor

"No, this is." he said as Thomas was hit by a repulsor ray, knocking out thrust. Thomas's head turned to see the source of the blast, Stark, in an armor suit, firing at him. Thomas tried controlling the decent as the shoulder mounted minigun locked on, firing at Tony. Tony of course didn't get hit, and jumped the student, knocking him out.

[The Rebel Alliances]

Light-19-Outiside of New York City-Day 1
I was thinking over my battle with a smirk grin on my face. Witchfire, has tried in vain to keep my head from getting big. But how could I not? The greatest hero the world has ever known needs the jelp of heroes including myself and now I am advancing in my training. I was just bursting with arrogance right now. While Witchfire pretended as if she was not proud as well. But she was also bored, and when she was bored. She sought excitement. Even at 26 she almost has the demeanor of a teenager, always looking for a thrill. This was one reason why some heroes including Batman and Green Lantern looked down on her. But she was still dangerous. And helpful. I was sure glad she was on the right side.

As we saw the road up ahead Witchfire put her hand in front of me.
"What is it, Witchfire?"
"I have a feeling...I think someone is close. Not a magical being so I cannot know for sure, but, just a feeling. In my gut..."
"Well...we should get moving then."

I began to step forward again when I saw what she sensed. A man in a mask and dark clothing armed to the teeth was standing across from us. It is clear he is not military or police. As if she read my mind Witchfire explained.

"Black Hood, a master assassin and merc. Freelance, although always on the wrong side. Master of weapons and martial arts that even rival the Dark Knight. And a couple other surprises. We crossed paths once before. Each leaving a mark on the other." She then put her hand over a scar on her upper left arm, a long scar as if from a blade. She then spoke again. "So Light, ready for your first live test? Black Hood will kill you for sport if he thinks it will be fun. Dont. Let. Your. Guard. Down."

I then tensed up and stood straight showing my tall 6 foot figure. And covered myself and Witchfire in a protective shield and spawning illusions of myself.

"Ready."

[Treko]

Black Hood-Outiside of New York City-Day 1

How did you expect to find, Gulag? Just walk around the country and hope to find him." Stated Rolf's sub-conscious thoughts which focused on the picture of Gulag. "Sort of, I mean he is a giant hulking metal beast. It shouldn't be to hard to find him. Right?" Replied Rolf as he scratched the back of his head before putting the picture away, as the thin piece of paper slid into his multi-pouch belt he saw the multiple illusions that Light had created. "Are you seeing what I'm see?" Asked Rolf's sub-conscious as both of them stared at the illusions "It looks like this young pup wants to play. I'll gladly play along with him." Rolf said with a smile as he moved his duffel bag towards his chest, he began to dig quickly through the bag before pulling out two sub-machine guns. "How are we going about doing this?" Asked the faithful sub-conscious "Duh, kill him of course." Replied Rolf as he slid the bag back onto his back before pointing his two sub-machine guns at the illusions.

As he began to squeeze the trigger he noticed Witchfire was next to Light, "Witchfire, Is that you? I remember you after all you did cut off my favorite limb!" Said Rolf as pointed at his crotch with both sub-machine guns, with a smile Rolf dove towards the left, fire a short burst at the illusions before sliding behind a car. "How can you still remember her?" Asked the sub-conscious "Well, for one she did cut off my yahoo." replied Rolf as he poked out from behind the car and fired another burst at Light and Witchfire before reloading. "Good, point. Now kill them." Ordered the sub-conscious as it watched Rolf dive out from behind the car and fire at the illusions while simultaneously doing acrobatic feats in the air to try and dodge any attack that would come his way.

[The Rebel Alliances]

Light-19-Day 1
I flinched as a couple bullets hit me, as they were absorbed by the blue aura that was protecting me and witchfire. I can only hold these shields so long. And the more light around. The longer and more powerful my abilities, even if they are mostly defensive.

But I could see the sun falling behind the trees. We had to finish this fast. Without light my power drains away. I saw Witchfire laugh as she ducked behind a tree, she did not fully trust my shield for her. As she taunted Black Hood. She never takes anything seriously.

"I knew you would remember me! I have a face that is hard to forget!" She joked as she shot flames from her hands at the abandoned cars. Setting them ablaze. And then watching as the exploded around Black Hood. The area was cleared rather quickly when the people saw a fight about to break out. Smoke clogged the air and as it faded around the cars where Black hood was, there was no body...I prepared myself as I awaited our enemy to reveal himself.

[Treko]

Black Hood-Outiside of New York City-Day 1

As Rolf was about to reply to Witchfire's comment he watched her sent the abandon cars ablaze around him, "On a scale of one to ten, how screwed do you think we are" Asked the sub-conscious as the cars began to explode "Honestly....probably about an seven or eight." Replied Rolf as the explosion consumed him and his gear, the pain was incredible and it was hotter than Hades but he did not scream in pain as he was used to pain. The last thing he remembered was flying through the air like a shooting star before crashing right down onto a parking meter, "Ha, I guess my time was up." Said Rolf as he grabbed at the parking meter that protruded from his chest, he slowly pulled himself off of the pole and examined his wound as it slowly closed up before his eyes. "Must be all the vegetables I eat." He said with a smile as he walked back over towards the burning cars and pulled an semi-auto shotgun out from his duffel bag, with ease he climbed over the cars and aimed the shotgun at Light. "Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun. Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun. I'm looking for John Connor!" He said in his best Arnold Schwarzenegger impression. "Really....?" Asked the Sub-conscious as Rolf walked down the car "I'm a cybernetic organism. Living tissue over a metal endoskeleton." Stated Rolf with a smile as he began firing round after round at Light. "Get to the choppa!" He shouted once again as he continued to fire at Light.

[Altito Asmoro]

Gotham City, Day 1

I stand over the Gotham City, as I watch the buzzing sounds of the vehicles, criminals walking around, and the bribing process. I see what is Gotham City: Filthy, dirty, full of wretched men and women, and needs a cleaning day. A full cleaning day.

Thus, I am here, with my mentor Lady Shiva and with funds. I will do this and I will clean this city.

The first act?

Arkham Asylum. Lots of villains worthy to be my new partners. Or not. Still, there is Bane. I go to the local grocery store, firstly first, swiftly kills all of the criminals there. Lady Shiva helps clean the crime scene.

Where should I go now?

A place for resting. Batman will certainly hear this. None-less than me, again. Lady Shiva had provided a new house with state-of-the art technologies, although not as high as Batman.

[The Rebel Alliances]

Light
The blast hit me once before I was able to teleport behind Black Hood where I kicked him, but just barely as my teleportation trick cought him off guard but he managed to recover. Again shooting at me. I teleported above him and dropped down behind him again. He then threw a smoke grenade and dissapeared as me and witchfire went back to back. In our tag team she was the offense and I was the defense. But now we are both backed into a corner.

"So, what is our next move?" I whispered.
"Grab me and teleport us out of this smokescreen."

I reached out into the smog and grabbed her...thigh? Oh well, I then teleported us out and we ended up face to face with Black Hood. The sun was almost set. And the blue aura that surrounded me before began to vanish.

"Witchfire, the sun." I whispered.
"I know. Let me handle this.

Her red eyes flared and her skintight leather suit bursted in flames as she raised her right hand with intense magical fire ball that she hurled like a baseball player at Black Hood.

[Inquilabstan]

Gotham City:
I must take yet another assignment into my own hands. I don't mind it though. It is good fun. Still, one would think that the man who made the NPA, CPI Maoist, and PKK great again would have other tasks to take care of. FARC seemed pleased with the latest shipment of Ak-108s and Igalas. I would like to see the Colombians use their copters now. Suddenly, I see movement, not down below, but on the rooftop next to me. I duck doen and crawl over to the parapet. The jump is only five meters. not hard with a good run. Sadly, the landing is not as subtle as I would like it to be. Drawing my PP-90, I say "wrap your hands around your head and turn around slowly, if you want to live."

[The Norak Federation]

NY - Day 1

Adam stood on the roof of the 10 story building, gazing down at the people below. He smirked as he felt the magical energy somewhere begin to rise. One, no, two magic users, fighting. His skin got goosebumps as he felt an urge to leave his spot to go find the fight, but he resisted. He needed to stay up here. His writing wasn't done yet.

Thankfully, it was still weak. If it was strong, another magic user would have noticed by now the presence of another. They would've sense Canaan, the powerful nearby. He didn't want that. Not yet. He had a plan in mind, and was going to take his time. Capture a hero. That's what he wanted. Paticulary, a magic user, for two reasons:

1) To prove to Loki that he was indeed powerful enough to handle certain people
2) To test his own skills. Adam couldn't resist a challenge.

On the very off chance it was someone he couldn't handle, Adam could flee, though he doubted he would need to. After all, the only two people Adam ever lost to were his mentors. Dr. Strange was nowhere nearby hopefully. And Loki was wherever Loki was, doing as he pleased. Adam gave a small prayer to Loki at the thought of him. That being was a true god to Adam.

As Adam finished the rune, the aura of magic suddenly pulsed. He could feel more power coming from the writing he had just placed on the building. He gave his casual smirk, proud of his work. It would work. Soon, he would get the attention of one of the two magic users, and he or she (or it) would come to him. Then, his trap would be in motion.

But now he needed to get their attention, and if they were battling, it would take a large amount of power to attract their attention. Now sitting and bringing his hands together, Adam began to chant. As he did so, lightning began to cackle and lash about him, the energies flowing from him into the air.

[Alekera]

Washington Countryside, WA-Day 1

After traveling sometime, Gulag looked down on his energy meter. There was only 25% of his battery life left...

" I need someone to help me with this. Six more months and I'm dead...", Gulag continued, "I need to find someone, I need to find Stark"

Gulag continued his journey, his journey down to California... His life was literally on the line.

[Altito Asmoro]

Gotham City, Day 1

I stand over the Gotham City, as I watch the buzzing sounds of the vehicles, criminals walking around, and the bribing process. I see what is Gotham City: Filthy, dirty, full of wretched men and women, and needs a cleaning day. A full cleaning day.

Thus, I am here, with my mentor Lady Shiva and with funds. I will do this and I will clean this city.

The first act?

Arkham Asylum. Lots of villains worthy to be my new partners. Or not. Still, there is Bane. I go to the local grocery store, firstly first, swiftly kills all of the criminals there. Lady Shiva helps clean the crime scene.

Where should I go now?

A place for resting. Batman will certainly hear this. None-less than me, again. Lady Shiva had provided a new house with state-of-the art technologies, although not as high as Batman.

A place for resting. Ra's tasked me to initiate a plan to vanquish the dirty ones: Criminals alike. Perhaps just like what Strange failed to did, a Protocol Ten.

Lady Shiva ask if I want anything. She wants to go out to buy groceries. We have two rooms.

Anyway, I plan for a new day tomorrow. I will attempt to contact Scarecrow. Say, he wants to help me vanquish the criminals and build his own empire. Black Mask and Joker are the obstacles, though.

[CPSU]

NYC Day 1
Returning to his condo After a long tiring day:
"i Better get recharged before tomorrow" I say to myself while laying down and plugging in and that is when i doze off
I wake up in a jail cell on the cold concrete floor looking confused i say "what? "and then i get a glimpse of the empire state building just before the drugs kick in.

[Pragia]

Stark Testing Facility
Undisclosed Location, Arizona
Thomas woke up at 5:00, ate some toast and eggs, and turned on the news. What he saw made his eyes widen and do a spit take with water. "Tony, turn on the TV!" He waited a few minutes, realizing his mentor was asleep, then turned on his tv technopathicly, turning up the volume. He could hear with a slight sense of terror "Lex Luthor, President of the United States of America, campaigns for bill to hunt down superheroes"

That woke up Tony, he got some clothes on and came downstairs immediatly. "Don't worry, I have a plan for this, but its going to involve some contingencies."
"How do you plan to stop Luthor? Superman hasn't been seen for quite a while, and he was our best bet?"
"No, I'm still Chairman of Stark Industries, and Luthor wouldn't dare shut down the company that brought them the Arc Reactor, the people would be rioting at the notion of losing their heroes, and all the heroes assets. All we need to do is keep the people on our side."
"So, where to then? The Mk. IX is pretty well proven, and I can actually fly now." said Thomas, still rather unconvinced.
"We head to LA, keep people happy to have a hero."

[Inquilabstan]

After dealing with the counter-sniper I take my position again. An hour passes and finally, the window of opportunity is flung wide open. Gotham city will need a new head for their DHS office, unless they are content with the late Mr. Dawson having his head reduced to a fine red mist and collection of fragments. Funny how so little Semtex in a phone can do so much damage. Still, Gotham should be more worried about the bombs being planted in the stock exchange, or chambers of commerce. "Luthor will make a killing afterwards." I mumble, relishing how apt the phrase is. With all of Gotham concentrating on the threat from outside, the threat from within shall be unleashed. Three hours later, my cadre are in position. May God have mercy on Gotham's soul.

[Rupudska]

Munich, Freistaat Bayern, BRD
Day -1

Seeing a Teutonic knight in armor wasn't exactly the most common sight in Germany five years ago. In fact, it was exceedingly rare to see someone walking around in any sort of medieval armor. Even more uncommon was seeing a female walk around in such attire. More unusual still was seeing Captain America walking towards her.

But these days, especially in southern Germany, it was a rather common sight. Many people had stopped gawking at the walking anachronism, except on the few occasions when modern technology startled her, which was rare. She still refused to take the monorail, however. But what was unusual, at least these days, was the presence of Captain America. While he had taken up the task of mentoring her (After a lot of convincing from other Avengers), Steve Rogers felt that he had done enough for Walkuere to handle herself sufficiently well in 21st Century Germany.

"So, Herr Kapitan, to what do I owe this pleasure?"

He sighed. "Nothing good, I'm afraid. It's Luthor, as usual up to no good."

She simply rolled her eyes at this. "That's in America. Not my problem, I'm afraid, unless he's become an anti-Germanic overnight."

"I understand, but this time he's gone too far. He captured Superman."

Frida's eyes widened a crack at this. "Ah. Well, that's unusual. What's he planning on doing with him?"

At this, Captain America shrugged. "Not sure, although Fury nearly went ballistic, so it can't be good. He said something about another Registration-level controversy, this time attempting to ban vigilantism outright."

Frida winced at that. "Well, you have my attention. If he manages to get this passed, he may be able to coax other members of the UN to follow."

"Exactly." She sighed. Apparently this was exactly the kind of thing Friederike didn't want to hear.

"Very well. I assume I don't really have a choice as to whether I'm going to Amerika with you or not?" Cap nodded, and she sighed yet again.

Los Angeles, CA
Day 1

Walkuere shakily climbed out of the city bus. She didn't mind public transport, nor did she mind America. She minded Americans. They always stared and pointed, some got angry for what - to her - were the most ridiculous of reasons, very few of them having to do with what she said.

"So who are we waiting for, Herr Kapitan?"

"A colleague of mine. One of the Avengers. He's also bringing someone."

[CPSU]

Los Angeles, CA Day 2
After being half asleep for what seemed like an eternity I awoke inside a van. all black, weakly i say "where am i?" and "am i still on the drugs?"
a deep voice goes "Los Angeles and yes you have been drugged for your own good"
"how is this for my own good? and how did you get past my armor" i yell as pain shoots up my leg
"all in good time." as he leaves me in pain.

[Pragia]

"Approaching Los Angeles city limit in 5 minutes, current speed 575 miles per hour." Said Thomas into the mic, looking at the map. They had a run in with a 747, nearly sheared its wing off. Stark had told him that there was a randezvous with Captain America and an associate of his regarding the situation at hand.

"Ok, I'm going to relay them new coordinates, talking about the fate of every super in existance at a bus stop." Tony said into the mic, relaying to the Captain the position of Stark Mansion in Malibu, a good point to commune in private. They approached the mansion, and landed outside.

They came in, a disembodied voice responding to their enterance "Good morning, Master Stark, you are 372 hours late for an executive meeting." Tony sneered while Thomas chuckled.

"Can it kid, and get that armor off."

[Alekera]

Outskirts of Sacremento, CA-Day 1

By day's end, Gulag made his way to northern California, on the outskirts of Sacramento. Gulag, always hugging onto the outskirts of cities and countryside, as to not stir up a commotion due to what he recently heard on his radio, what Stark sent to him.

How Stark was able to find Gulag's radio signature, he'll never know. The message was on a loop, "I'm sure you've heard the news; all of us are outlaws, no secret of that. Hm, anyways come to my mansion in L.A., there we will speak in person and discuss, along with all the other heroes coming, what our fate is, and our course of action..... Oh, and by the way, please, if you can, cover your tracks, I don't need the army firing mortar rounds at my house while were eating Dinner"

"Looks like I'm heading to Stark's mansion.... in L.A." Gulag said. Gulag continued his 65 MPH sprint toward L.A.....

[Inquilabstan]

Gotham City
I sit atop the cathedral's spire. I should probably climb down. This I do, and in good time too. The bombs go off, setting the rectory aflame. The cathedral won't burn down although the chamber of commerce and stock exchange might. The fire department responds more rapidly than I would have liked. No bother, the city will be locked down in a matter of hours. Then, when the city looks out, gotham shall burn, and we will recover the device from Arkham. As I walk around the allies, I see the dregs of "society". The poor, the young, the weak. Soon, the bloody structure which propogates this madness will come burning down, perhaps with Luthor. Only the Prophet, Ra's Al Ghul, Christ reborn will save the worthy. And if he is Christ, I am the Madhi. I reach the sewers. We are heading down, below Arkham. Twenty minutes till we break the surface, Excellent.

[Treko]

Light
The blast hit me once before I was able to teleport behind Black Hood where I kicked him, but just barely as my teleportation trick cought him off guard but he managed to recover. Again shooting at me. I teleported above him and dropped down behind him again. He then threw a smoke grenade and dissapeared as me and witchfire went back to back. In our tag team she was the offense and I was the defense. But now we are both backed into a corner.

"So, what is our next move?" I whispered.
"Grab me and teleport us out of this smokescreen."

I reached out into the smog and grabbed her...thigh? Oh well, I then teleported us out and we ended up face to face with Black Hood. The sun was almost set. And the blue aura that surrounded me before began to vanish.

"Witchfire, the sun." I whispered.
"I know. Let me handle this.

Her red eyes flared and her skintight leather suit bursted in flames as she raised her right hand with intense magical fire ball that she hurled like a baseball player at Black Hood.

Rolf saw the magical fire ball and quickly evaded the attack and continued to open fire at the magical duo, "I'm invincible!" Shouted Rolf as he rushed towards the duo while firing shell after shell of buckshot at the enemy "You're a looney." Stated the sub-conscious as he watched Rolf unsheathe the foot-long knife that he had cut Witchfire with. As the shotgun fell towards the ground the serrated knife gleamed in the fading sunlight, "I hope you remember this Witchfire, it sure remembers you!" Rolf said allowed as he moved his finger across the blade before charging faster at the duo. "I'm going to carve you up like Pinata!" He shouted in delight as he lunged towards the magical duo "Pumpkin, not Pinata you idiot." Stated the sub-conscious as Rolf brought the foot-long knife down towards the enemy.

[Utceforp]

Thunderbolt, 500 feet above Malibu, day 1

Thunderbolt picked up Lex's message, and decided to heed it. Lex had been a friend of Citizen V, his mentor, and despite his more amoral activities he would be a powerful ally when Thunderbolt truly put his plans in motion. His sensors back in Canada had also picked up an unknown object travelling at abnormally fast speeds in Arizona, so he had come to investigate. He saw what he had come for. The Mark IX Iron Man armor, its pilot unimportant, would be a boon to the technological prowess of Thunderbolt's city, and killing the pilot would gain Luthor's trust. Thunderbolt began gathering storm clouds around him, crackling with electricity. He hoped to build up to an attack without the Avengers retaliatng, figuring that they would mistake the clouds for the work of their ally Thor.